I can't go to fuckin sleep cuz thoughts of you I keep insidiously deep how it creeps and from it I can't flee still thinking about you even though I tell myself we're through. I don't know why it had to die I've had my last cry yet still I miss you. What I thought I did wrong, why I moved slow as I did even thinking of calling you to get some kind get of 'nother chance cuz I can't move on. Reject's belt having left welts stops me cuz of the pain I'm now going through. Self fullfilling prophecies or short comings from being needy I don't know it's got me wicked confused, worthless and somehow feel you was the one used giving you benefit's doubt based on silence's clout.

     It still hurts this place empty within that was secret's retreat our den I saw ourselves in. I just don't understand what happened one minute I was in the next without warning we end. What you told me I took for tru yet I was still let down, teased, tortured, left blu. Public opinion says you shit, you ain't bout shit, and that I should leave you in my shit - fucked up, huh - how life like that.